A Dream Ride, 25 Years Later

Twenty five years I waited for this moment. That little boy who used to trace

Royal Enfield logos in his notebook finally became the man who could afford one.

The Meteor 350 sits in my garage now, chrome gleaming under the light. My hands shake as

I grip the handlebars for the first time as the owner. Started the engine and that iconic

thump hit different. Not just a bike. This is every childhood dream, every sacrifice,

every late night working towards something bigger. That kid inside me is finally smiling.

Dreams don't have expiration dates, they just need patience.